[ And that's that. Alberto does very little to prepare before this visit... Actually he does, uh, nothing. He doesn't bother cleaning; not that his room is particularly dirty, but even if he'd tried to tidy, his home is so cluttered and chaotic, it'd make a marginal difference on impact. And indeed, the impact is immense, a room riddle with childish whims ((tl;dr gallery post)) collected in excess without apparent rhyme or rhythm. It certainly all adds up to a, uh, profound effect, which may or may not be some people's tastes, but... it's clearly a space the child has put a lot of effort into, hodgepodge as his whole life seems to be.
Grey and snowy outside, it leaves a dismal sort of lighting shining through the window, offset by an array of colorful fairy lightsabove his bed, the lights refracting tiny rainbows across the room in a collection of tiny crystals hanging from a dead tree branch propped up on the top of his ill-stocked armoire, the lighting of the crowded room made even warmer by the glow of some dancing flames in a few scattered candles lit from the Candlebloom spell given out when the power had gone out not long ago, even though he's no need for it now that the electricity works again; he just likes the ambience... The scene is made all the more ambient with the warm glow of a rusty old kerosene lantern sitting on his surprisingly uncluttered desk, the only focal point on it being his old Polaroid camera and scattered photos around it, even more photos strung up on twine along the wall above his bed.
There's even music to set the scene, almost always playing on full volume from Alberto's phone when he's hanging out at home like this as he has been for days on end now, an emotive aria having just begun on shuffle of his opera playlist by the time Jade comes knocking — just in time to appreciate the mood cultivated here, energized and warm yet strangely somber and intense, the song just having started, and like anything, unconsciously translated by the linguistic magic of Avalon. It's... quite... a lot... all at once. Especially for a young boy requesting a wetsuit to combat the snow who has no concept of clothing sizes? Easily the oddest room in the whole inn, more than likely. But undeniably, uh... creative. Resourceful, let's call it that. And... clearly all of his own creation, no hint of any adult presence in this room at all. It's a wonderland of a preteen's whimsy and spontaneity and dogged independence. That much is plain to see.
Rare as it might be for Jade to be concerned about another... upon Alberto opening the door to greet him and reveal this whole elaborate set-up here, even with beautiful opera drifting through the air, it surely seems... perhaps justified that the older boy should be concerned. This is a weird kid, for sure. Alberto doesn't know who he's looking for, exactly, having only texted, so he looks a little taken aback at his guest's handsome and elegant image, but shakes it off, even literally shrugs it off, quite quickly, with a well-practiced air of nonchalance as he waves him inside. ]
Jade, eh? Ciao... C'min, c'min.
[ Neither boy knew what to expect here, really... But here they are. ]
action;
ciao
[ And that's that. Alberto does very little to prepare before this visit... Actually he does, uh, nothing. He doesn't bother cleaning; not that his room is particularly dirty, but even if he'd tried to tidy, his home is so cluttered and chaotic, it'd make a marginal difference on impact. And indeed, the impact is immense, a room riddle with childish whims ((tl;dr gallery post)) collected in excess without apparent rhyme or rhythm. It certainly all adds up to a, uh, profound effect, which may or may not be some people's tastes, but... it's clearly a space the child has put a lot of effort into, hodgepodge as his whole life seems to be.
Grey and snowy outside, it leaves a dismal sort of lighting shining through the window, offset by an array of colorful fairy lights above his bed, the lights refracting tiny rainbows across the room in a collection of tiny crystals hanging from a dead tree branch propped up on the top of his ill-stocked armoire, the lighting of the crowded room made even warmer by the glow of some dancing flames in a few scattered candles lit from the Candlebloom spell given out when the power had gone out not long ago, even though he's no need for it now that the electricity works again; he just likes the ambience... The scene is made all the more ambient with the warm glow of a rusty old kerosene lantern sitting on his surprisingly uncluttered desk, the only focal point on it being his old Polaroid camera and scattered photos around it, even more photos strung up on twine along the wall above his bed.
There's even music to set the scene, almost always playing on full volume from Alberto's phone when he's hanging out at home like this as he has been for days on end now, an emotive aria having just begun on shuffle of his opera playlist by the time Jade comes knocking — just in time to appreciate the mood cultivated here, energized and warm yet strangely somber and intense, the song just having started, and like anything, unconsciously translated by the linguistic magic of Avalon. It's... quite... a lot... all at once. Especially for a young boy requesting a wetsuit to combat the snow who has no concept of clothing sizes? Easily the oddest room in the whole inn, more than likely. But undeniably, uh... creative. Resourceful, let's call it that. And... clearly all of his own creation, no hint of any adult presence in this room at all. It's a wonderland of a preteen's whimsy and spontaneity and dogged independence. That much is plain to see.
Rare as it might be for Jade to be concerned about another... upon Alberto opening the door to greet him and reveal this whole elaborate set-up here, even with beautiful opera drifting through the air, it surely seems... perhaps justified that the older boy should be concerned. This is a weird kid, for sure. Alberto doesn't know who he's looking for, exactly, having only texted, so he looks a little taken aback at his guest's handsome and elegant image, but shakes it off, even literally shrugs it off, quite quickly, with a well-practiced air of nonchalance as he waves him inside. ]
Jade, eh? Ciao... C'min, c'min.
[ Neither boy knew what to expect here, really... But here they are. ]